Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Mr. Rosenberg came with us to pre-school today. He folded his 6'4" self into one of the little chairs and told the story of Hanukkah. He read "The Latke Who Couldn't Stop Screaming" and made funny faces and silly sounds at all of the screaming parts. He brought his guitar and taught everyone "The Driedel Song." He sang "Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah" in a serious key. He sang a blessing so we could hear what Hebrew sounds like.

After he was done, Suzanne, the other mom in class, asked if I had just fallen in love with Mr. Rosenberg all over again. My answer was yes.

If I promise not to fall in love with him, can I borrow him for an encore performance in my son's kindergarten class? May I request Adam Sandler's "Hanukkah Song"? Can I make Challah if I'm not Jewish? Would it count if it was gluten free and not made by a Jew?

Deal breaker might be the singing in Hebrew in the wiggly kids. I just might fall in love, after all.